The Election

 

You may have noticed that our nation goes to the polls tomorrow. Who will win? The Cackling Whore or the Golden Golem of Greatness? I have no idea and won't pretend to prophesy with any amount of accuracy; who knows, maybe it'll be too big to rig. 

I doubt it, though it'd be pleasant to be proved wrong. More likely this: massive contention leading into January with all that that might entail.

Regardless, here's Winston Churchill:

At the bottom of all the tributes paid to democracy is the little man, walking into the little booth, with a little pencil, making a little cross on a little bit of paper-no amount of rhetoric or voluminous discussion can possibly diminish the overwhelming importance of the point.

Many forms of Government have been tried, and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except all those others that have been.

 

Yes, and the question is: does the little man, with his little pencil, and his little ballot and all of that, count for nothing or something? I guess we'll see tomorrow.

A friend, a pol science Baylor prof no less, once said, "We'd be a Constitutional Republic if we were, in fact, a republic." Well he had a point.

Your Buddy,

LSP

Battle of Britain Interlude

"What was it like?" I asked a man who had lived through the Battle of Britain. I was  maybe nine at the time and my ancient friend, he must've been in his fifties, didn't reply. 

A woman serving tea at London's Imperial War Museum answered for him, "They always want to know," before striding imperiously  into the cockney ether.

Respect to the men who turned the Luftwaffe and prayers for those who gave their lives.

God bless,

LSP

Winston Churchill RIP

Day late and a Pound Sterling short but yesterday was the anniversary of Churchill's death. You may scorn Churchill because he wasn't a Bolshevik stooge of the NWO. I say he rises, like a hero.

Swords,

LSP

Churchill's Funeral

Rest in Peace,

LSP

William Hague, the Talking Tory Egg

Everyone knows that Great Britain was once great, ruled a lot of the world and had an enormous Navy, a Queen Empress and statesmen, like Gladstone, or Churchill. Now it has William Hague, the remarkable Talking Tory Egg.

Look! A Talking Egg!

William Hague can talk and move about, even though he is an egg.

Boss Egg

He is also the Conservative leader of the House of Commons and the first egg to hold that position.

Margarine Demon

William Hague once tried to be a Prime Minister, but England wasn't ready to elect a talking egg as its leader. The U.K. chose Tony instead, who is possessed by a Margarine Demon.

Leave the Girl Alone.

The Hague egg has promised to help Jihad savages returning from Syria if "they have good intentions."

No doubt about it, eggs are pretty smart.

LSP

Duchess of Devonshire, Rest in Peace.

Debo, the Dowager Duchess of Devonshire, and last surviving Mitford sister, has died.

May she rest in peace,

LSP

Cavalry & Guards

After a bizarrely early Mass this morning my thoughts mysteriously focused on London's clubs, and not the earsplittingly loud pounding techno variety either. No, real clubs, like the Cavalry & Guards in Piccadilly.

Cavalry & Guards -- note picture on stairwell

I remember climbing up the impressive stairwell of the "C&G"with a senior member who had kindly invited me over for lunch. I noticed the picture of a cavalry charge, Scotland Forever!, I think, and remarked to my friend, "That must've taken some courage."

Death or Glory

He looked me in the eye and said, "I trained for that on the South Downs in the 1930s. Perfectly useless against tanks, you know."

I supposed it was. Earlier I'd suggested that we go to the bar, only to be turned down with "let's not, they do bellow so in there."

Omdurman

The last massed boot-to-boot British cavalry charge was at Omdurman, in 1898, when we destroyed an army of fanatical Jihadists and killed their chieftain. Winston Churchill was part of that charge.

I miss clubland.

LSP

Veterans Day

“Never give in - never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.” - Winston Churchill

I'd say Churchill's words ring true today and, to all those who were and are prepared to sacrifice their lives for our common good, respect, honor and prayers.

LSP

Pig Sticker

Pig sticking, from The Graphic, 1891

“The loss of India would be final and fatal to us. It could not fail to be part of a process that would reduce us to the scale of a minor power”

WINSTON CHURCHILL

Smart man, Winston Churchill, and in that vein, I've been given some good advice on the hogs, namely: CHANGE METHOD. Forget rifles, bait, stalking, dogs, trucks etc. No, the ghosts of Cawnpore and The Mutiny suggest a different approach, horses and spears. Here's what Harper's, 1880, had to say about it:

"For pig-sticking there are two requisites in addition to the pig - a fast, steady horse, and a good hog spear."

Well said Harper's, simple and direct, quite unlike the useless Ro-Babble that pours out of Lambeth Palace. And with that in mind, good incentive to improve riding skills and learn spearmanship.

Off to the range tomorrow with a great deal of weaponry.

LSP

PS. Many thanks to Albert Rasch for pointing out the Horse/Spear/Hog/Raj connection; see his great blog for a neat post on breeding Razorbacks.